[log] Imaginary Time [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone
Location: in dreams
Date: nighttime during the event
Summary: A place to post your character's dreams.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!

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cw: drowning/asphyxiation, suicidal ideation

[warriorscribe]

The gift of immortality had always been agelessness. It had never meant indestructibility. But angels could prevent a man from dying if he had any will to live, given the right to.

Lucifel had abandoned him, been called back when the mission had been declared a failure and the world had flooded. His friend's palpable disappointment had been like a mace to the gut. Had the situation been different, this would be a dream about dying, of letting himself drown. But Enoch's will to live was firmly anchored elsewhere, impossibly far in the future, in a snowy wasteland that had somehow not killed them centuries ago. He had found someone else worth fighting forever for.

He would not die. There was nothing to breathe but water.

Each desperate gulp and writhing choke and surge of raw primal panic bled into the next. Had it been truly real, it all would have drowned out the reason that battered the rest of his mind with guilt. But dreams are capable of impossible things. He'd been complacent. He'd forgotten the one that got away. Everyone was dead, because he hadn't been there to help capture that one last Fallen Angel.

"This is not your appointed time to die," Michael's voice intoned in his head as he thrashed helplessly in the endless ocean, the light above dimming and fading away as he sank deeper, teetering mercilessly on the edge of consciousness.

What did they still need him for? Why couldn't he escape? He had failed Earth, but people in Norfinbury still needed him. And he needed them. Him.

His eyes burned with tears lost instantly to the abyss, and he screamed soundlessly into the smothering depths.